before thought:
when i had my retreat last january, i felt that i was called to be a nun.
back then, everything made sense.
when i'd walk on the lobby, i'd feel contented.enlighten. and finally i realized that i wanted to be a nun. or to just live a simple life.(perhaps the retreat did work).
so i asked a friend."i want to be a nun" i told her.
when i pray,i can concentrate and tears would fall from my eyes.
i would feel guilty of my sins and happy to be thinking of God evey second.
i told her.
i wanted to be nun. but then i didnt become one.
i went to church after classes.at noon. and i went to a seminar with nuns.or women who think they are called too. i talk with an aspirant.
but then i also wanted to master a love dance.i want to feel passionate.i wanted to know the skill of protaying love affairs with the rhumba.and to make a perfect resemblance through the passion of the steps. i wanted to teach little ones when i grow weary and unable to capture the dance through my beauty. i wanted to dance so much. that i bade vocation goodbye. even though my friend told me that i can do both. i knw that i cannot wear skimpy clothes if i were to dedicate myself in the simple life of nunhood. so i didnt.
romantacizing......
i had an amazing dream. one of those dreams that make you wanna think that there is indeed destiney.
romantic...
there was this guy. i havent seen him before. but i can memorize his face,i knw someone like him exist.
he was this tall. not so thin guy. nice hair. cool... but unlike my exes. he was demanding. but i did like him according to my dream.
there was apart of the dream that he and dad had an encounter. i denied him there. it was weird. my dad never avoided me with this things.
we even went to my former job. we ate on a buffet. and then suddenly we had a disagreement.
he became cold and left me with my friends. i even had this situation when he was on a sit and i had a friend behind him so i greetd my friend and passed him intentionaly. then i ask why my friends wore red. they say "its friendship day". and i repeated the phrase with a question then said..."friendship day lagi but dili mi friends anang uban diha". i want?ed him to hear it. and then he said..."unsa?".
but i knew were gonna work it out coz we were close.it was a weird dream. i had a similar dream ones. but i feel i'v met the person already. of course, after the dream occured...
its so weird.i had to scratch my head to go back to reality, when i woke up. because i thought that i really had a love problem. but i dont.
the only problem i have is how to erase my boy standards. to realy like someone and not push him when i know he likes me back. and to tell my self that i really do love a person and not the i love the loving alone,. because sometimes i love the part that "i'm loving" and forget that there is a person involved.and its selfish...i know....
so i promise myself that i am going to love someone.and make the person+love. thing. its just the way i am.ven though i am not too bothered. but sometimes it does. and even if it only happens sometimes and that bothering is essential.it hurts to bother a while. and it hurts to think too much about this things. i may as well think of the moon and its positions.but that part belongs to someone elses ways.so i may as well find a favorite "pastry" or compare diffrenet kinds of coffee...or look up the veranda and emulate my life...
people say i read minds.that is why they cant keep secrets from me. i read it in their faces. although i deny to myself that i am right.i just do.its amazing.and scary
Posted at Friday, June 11, 2004 by
moonjunkie
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they say im hestiricall..ok...ok..
slow down. its actually not me...its this inner side of me that i cant control..i hope that makes sense.
anyways.
skul is back and im in aheck of cofusion...you know...i keep dreamign im dancing rhumba with this partner i cant see...but im sure his the best partner in history. this is craxy i know...
im promsing myslef to concentrate on things.llike i wanna have all a's if that happens.and im gona study.erase the maniana habit that i deny having.im gona really you know...try.
well...as for my long time career in motion stuff dancing...wtever...im gona hope i can pursue it here...
i mean...i really never tried auditions i just get away with it...but i have a feeling that there is always the first time...i mean this makabayan stuff is somehwat tempting...i mean im not really into the s.m. presentation stuff but what if they get representatives for prsaa dance sport here...the role that was promise for me in xavier...well...the things i do to go to nationals....i wonder what sickness biwitch me this time...after chicken pos and hesticricall wound.s....maybe this time im gona die...hahah.cheer up woman version gaaging.watever...and now im hestiricall even without cause.god this teenage...between adult and adolesence stage...why did god make this....and now they say im a sabog writer.welll...i admitt...i'm quierre.well(cut the well)..too much philippines i think....and to see them dieing men of poverty...*wink + grin
Posted at Monday, June 07, 2004 by
moonjunkie
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im so pissed off...
shit...
i lost that dum old wallet with three zeros in it.
im so shit...
im the worst person in the world..i wanne slash this fragile fist.
i never saw it coming....
i wanne barang that piece of shit who got my dum pouch.
shit....
maybe davaos not for me...
everything here is pissed off....
theirs that bad debut thing with all the sobs and looking at mother earth thang.
and theirs that pissed of thing bout the boarding house...and sevral fights shit...
wers for me...want me to go to that romanticized place beside the sea.
shit....
im a worst faggot.well not really,.,.....just of the ort....dam wallet...shit/
Posted at Wednesday, June 02, 2004 by
moonjunkie
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